One Big Dipper Two Love

Chapter 2

Harum breathed a sigh of relief as the festivity finally ended. It was like being a queen for a day. Not as amazing as he imagined.

Being a bride turns out to be wracked with all kinds of flavors. Dizziness, fatigue, nausea and fatigue are a combination of the flavors he feels today.

Starting from the inner veil that wraps tightly around the head and makes it dizzy and painful. Plus the siger who adds to the weight of his head. Not to mention the special fragrance of make-up that this afternoon made him "drunk" and almost fainted.

Understandably, he rarely comes into contact with various types of make-up. Fragrant allergy with the aroma of beautifying the face that is too fragrant.

Standing all day in the chair while spreading a smile to greet the invited guests turned out to be very tiring. He smiled to himself considering his childhood that if asked, “Harum his ideals became what?”

And Little Fragrance will answer, “mau so bride.”

Now his goals have been achieved at the age of 21 years. Exactly a month after he completed his education in Accounting Study Program D-III and got the title of Associate Expert (A.md) as well as the loss of his beloved grandmother.

Being a bride and standing with a man she has admired for a long time, slightly reduces the sadness left by her beloved grandmother for eternity.

If Grandma could see this wedding, Harum sure, she would be very happy. Because Grandma was the only one who knew that Harum liked Bu Mirna's son for a long time.

At once Harum's face blushed while recalling her status as a newlywed. The red tinge on the cheeks became even more apparent considering that this was his first night.

“Rum.” Luckily Bu Mirna's call gutted her mind about the first night. Before his mind went everywhere.

“Iya, Mum.” The fragrance that just finished cleaning the makeup on the face suddenly stood up.

“If you want to take a shower, the towel is in the closet,” said the in-laws kindly. It was fragrant to say politely.

The wedding reception was held at the Hanges family home. Ms. Mirna deliberately did not choose the building for her son's reception in consideration that the surrounding villagers could come to attend to their family's happiness.

A week before the event, Harum who was a kara had been brought to the house of the Hangga family. While Hangga himself lives in another house owned by his parents who are in a housing not far from the village where his parents live. Her husband's family includes a family that has several home assets.

“Where to, Rum?” The question that was thrown after the view of Ms Mirna swept every corner of the room room full of flowers and did not find the whereabouts of the son in the room.

“It looks like Hangga still has her friend in front.” Ms. Mirna answered her question with a smile.

Smiling back at Miss Mirna.

A moment later he only realized that in his sacred event earlier, none of Hangga's school friends were invited guests.

It is good to know the school friends of Hangga because his grandmother used to sell fried food at the school of Hangga. Every time I went home from school, Harum was there helping his grandmother.

While his college friends, Harum did not know because Hangga studied in Jakarta.

Throughout the event, it did not appear that Hangga was familiar with her guests. It seems that the invited guests are only family and acquaintances of both parents of Hangga only.

“You've eaten, Rum?” asked Mirna attentively.

“Already, Bu.”

“In the kitchen people again eat instant noodles. If you want instant noodles too, later mom says Jenah make it for you,” bargain mother-in-law Harum.

“Not done, Mom. Later if you want, let me cook for myself,” reject Dignity.

“Oh, yes already then.” Ms. Mirna was silent for a moment while looking at Harum. “Happy mother finally married Hangga to you. May you also be happy, Rum,”.

The sentence that Miss Mirna threw before leaving the room made Fragrant Heart warm.

It was fragrant to feel that her destiny was so beautiful. There is nothing more beautiful than the destiny of a mate than being able to be with the person we want to be. Plus the treatment of the in-laws was so good to him. Of course it's an amazing thing.

Not lingering, Fragrant goes to cleanse the body. After the shower, he returned to the room. There was no presence in the bridal room. He agreed with his in-laws saying a while ago, that Hangga might still be busy with his guests.

It is fragrant to sit with your back resting on the head of the bed. Playing cell phone for a while just reply to some incoming messages from his friends. The message is mostly congratulations on living a new life and prayers and hopes that the household may be sadinah mawadah warahmah.

In front of the mirror, Harum combed her long, beautiful black hair. His heart was a little restless and agitated at the absence of Hanges in the room.

His eyes could no longer hold on to stay awake. He was very sleepy and wanted to sleep soon.

Before going to bed, Harum takes an instant headscarf of milk chocolate color from inside the closet and wears it. The lack of communication and the intensity of the meeting between herself and Hangga, makes Harum still shy if you have to open aurat in front of the man who has been legally her husband. That's what I had in mind fragrant.

By wearing rayon pajamas complete with the hijab, Harum slumped the body and closed the eyes. Tiredness accompanies his soul to dreamland.

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At 03.30 in the morning, Hangga swung an uninspired step, entering her bridal room. He saw that the woman who had been standing with him all day in the pelaminan had fallen asleep.

After a simple wedding party according to his size, Hangga returned to the house where he stayed for two days. The house belonged to his parents who he occupied in the pingitan period. So said the mother.

Honestly, Hangga wanted to stay at the house rather than face the first night with a woman she did not love. However, because he remembered his mother, he canceled his intention and rushed home to his parents. And of course to her bridal room.

He can breathe a sigh of relief when he saw the girl who was this morning grounded through kabul ijab has fallen asleep.

Hangga walked slowly towards Harum, the woman who had now become his wife. Staring at Harum's face, there was a haplessness hanging over the heart. What will the days ahead be like? How will he behave?

Living a household with an unloved woman never crossed his mind.

What will he say later to Natalia Friska Wayong, a beautiful woman who has six years of loving days with Hangga. Even at this moment or until at any time, his love could not possibly turn to that oriental-faced girl.

How can he let go of Nata, while Nata is his world. Nata is his happy.

Hangga was still standing looking at the veiled girl with the face of ayu. Indeed, the heart of the Hanges also admits that Harum is a girl who is ayu. Beautiful is typical of Indonesia. However, for Hangga, Nata is certainly more beautiful. Much more beautiful.

Not the definition of beauty for everyone is different. Every man has his own taste in defining the word ‘cantik’.

I don't know why Hangga prefers oriental-faced women like Korean artists. He found it in Natalia Friska Wayong. The girl in white was smooth shining, a small but pointed nose, a slender and tall body. The bloody Chinese Manado girl has made Hangga crazy.

Her parasites approach the beauty of Song Hye Kyo, the most beautiful Korean artist according to her. In the eyes of the Hanges, Nata is a beauty goddess.

Hangga rubbed her face in frustration as her memories anchored on Nata, her lover.

Ms. Mirna never condoned her love affair with Nata because of the thick barrier between them. As much as he loved Nata, he still loved the Owner of his Life.

“The purpose of marriage is not only to live together in the world, but also to prepare for life in the afterlife. How can you live a marriage in line and rhythm, if your God alone is different.” So that always said when Miss Mirna opposed her love story with Nata.

“Married to Harum. Mother's life will be happy and quiet if you marry her.” For all the times, Ms. Mirna expressed her request.

Hangga could no longer resist as the woman who brought her presence into the world cried out in begging. With his body weak and his hands infused, the mother asked him to marry Harum.

And today rest him as the husband of Harum, the girl he had known since childhood and there was not the slightest bit of interest in him like a man towards women. Even if he likes Harum, only limited to fellow creatures created by God.

Not more.

Because she knew and was very familiar, that Harum was a good girl.

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